Rapunzel laughs happily at his antics and leans against him when his arm goes around her, resting her head on his shoulder. His glasses are still hanging from his sweatshirt and Rapunzel reaches out to slide her fingertip along the frames.

"You flatter me."

Peter helped her a lot, but she still sometimes finds it hard to believe that someone could like her in this way, not just to want to touch her, but to spend time with her and hear her thoughts and ideas. Gothel did a real number on her, and she's really not sure that she'll ever recover.

"The woman who took me-- she was very... unkind," she tells him, then realizes that might seem like a rather abrupt change of subject, so she puts her hand on his chest and tries to explain. "Sometimes I don't really know how to react to compliments."